Chapter 24 Fu Jia Yao Shaoyi

A month later.

Ling Tianhong was ordered by the emperor to go to Wuzhou to check the local biennial martial arts competition. During the game, many martial arts masters will gather here to compete. The emperor ordered him to select some talents.

The crowds in Wuzhou City are crowded, and green tiles and red walls can be seen everywhere on the bustling and noisy streets, all kinds of abruptly flying eaves, and high shop signboard flags.

The bustling flow of people, the coming and going of sedan chairs, horses, pickers, and carts make the already crowded streets more crowded, as if they have been connected.

Ling Tianhong saw that the main street was too crowded, so he turned to the small street. He didn't expect that although the small street was not as bustling as the main street, it was also crowded with people coming and forth.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, and there are many umbrella stalls on the street. The stalls are full of all kinds of goods, and the vendors keep shouting at the passers-by.

Ling Tianhong walked through the street and went up an arch bridge. There were also many small stalls on the bridge, but they were all selling fruit.

I was about to bend down to buy a pear, but I found a few people swaggering in front of me.

As soon as she saw those people coming, the girl selling pears in front of Tianhong picked up the basket: "Sir, I won't sell it." After saying that, she was eager to leave.

Ling Tianhong puzzledly walked to another pear seller.

At this time, the leader, dressed in white and looked like a rich man, stopped the girl: "Xiao Lan, why do you want to leave when you see me?"

Xiaolan held the basket and lowered her head: "There is an emergency at home."

"What's the emergency in your family? Isn't it just a dying father?" The man in white reached out and raised her chin: "It's not better to die, so you don't have to work hard."

"Master Fu, there is really something urgent in my family. Just let me go!" Xiao Lan pleaded with a bitter face.

"From my young master, I let you live a life of beautiful food and clothing." The man in white had an unruly face.

Ling Tianhong looked at them with pears.

"Master Fu, don't make it difficult for Xiaoyu." An old man selling apples next to him stood up to speak for the girl.

The young man in white pushed him away and said, "Get out of here, you are so old and immortal. Be careful that I won't let you stay in this Wuzhou City."

After being pushed by him, the old man helplessly returned to his booth and squatted and shook his head.

Ling Tianhong bent down and asked softly, "Who is this man? Why is he so rude and unreasonable?"

The old man lowered his head and sorted out the fruit and whispered, "The prince is a stranger. You don't know that this man is a bully in this city. Relying on his father, he specializes in flirting with the famous daughters of the good family and bullying the people."

"No one governs him like this?"

"Who dares?" The old man sighed.

"Who is his father?"

"His father is the assassin of Wuzhou, Fu Shaoqing."

Ling Tianhong stood up, walked to Mr. Fu, who was pulling the girl, and said coldly, "Let her go."

Mr. Fu turned his head with a disdainful face: "You throat... There's another nosy person."

"Let go of her." Ling Tianhong said another sentence.

Mr. Fu pushed Ling Tianhong unhappily: "What, do you know who I am? My father is Fu Shaoqing, the assassin of Wuzhou.

Ling Tianhong sneered: "What's wrong with the assassin? The prince violated the law and committed the same crime as the common people.

Mr. Fu couldn't help laughing when he heard his words: "Brother, have you just come out of the mountain?"

The men on the side also laughed with Mr. Fu.

Tianhong didn't understand what he meant, so he frowned and asked, "What do you say?"

"In today's world, who tells you that the prince violates the law and commits the same crime as the common people? Power is the king. Mr. Fu patted him on the chest and said, "Brother, mind your own business, so that you don't know how to die."

Turning his head and continued to pester Xiao Lan: "From me, I will raise your half-dead father for you..."

Ling Tianhong patted him on the shoulder.

Mr. Fu patted Ling Tianhong's hand without looking back, and continued to embarrass Xiaolan.

Ling Tianhong put his sword on his neck, and he was immediately dumbfounded and slowly turned his head: "Brother, there is something to say, there is something to say."

"Do you want to put it or not?" Ling Tianhong's long sword held his neck and looked at him coldly.

"Let go, I'll let go. Take the sword away first." Mr. Fu gently pushed his sword away, turned his head and said to Xiao Lan, "You go first."

Seeing this, Xiaolan hurriedly saluted Ling Tianhong: "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Fu immediately pulled down his face: "Uh... I said Xiao Lan, I let you go. Why did you thank him?

Xiaolan turned around and left without looking at him.

"Hey, hey, Xiaolan, are you leaving like this?" Looking at Xiaolan's back, he shouted, "I'll come to you another day. Wait for me."

"Hmm?" Ling Tianhong frowned and stared at him.

When Mr. Fu saw that he put away his sword, he immediately changed his face: "You boy is bad for me. Hit me."

After saying that, the thwarves of his men swarmed up, and the already spacious stone bridge suddenly became a mess.

The vendors quickly picked up their things and retreated aside, watching how the young man in blue taught the young man a lesson.

Everyone has long hated the Mr. Fu's teeth, but they are worried that no one has come forward to teach him a lesson, and rely on his father to do evil, but no one dares to care about it. Today, someone came forward to govern him. It's really a quick heart, but he can't help but worry about the prince in blue. After all, his father is the assassin.

Seeing that his men were all flirted on the ground by the prince in blue, Fu Haoxuan scolded, "A bunch of rice buckets, I raised you for nothing."

He picked up his robe and stuffed it into his belt, and punched Ling Tianhong.

When Ling Tianhong saw that he went up empty-handed, he took the sword in one hand and took his move in the other.

Fu Haoxuan held his fist and went straight to Ling Tianhong's handsome face. On the side of Ling Tianhong's unhurried body, with his right hand raised, Fu Haoxuan's stomach punched him.

He took two steps back, rubbed his stomach and waved his fist forward, and was easily dodged by Ling Tianhong; then Fu Haoxuan kicked out the face of Ling Tianhong.

Ling Tianhong raised his head and kicked his ankle. With another slap, he hit Fu Haoxuan's chest, which made him take a few steps back.

The people on the sidelines couldn't help clapping their hands and cheering, which was really gratifying.

Ling Tianhong always held the sword in one hand and only dealt with him with one hand.

Fu Haoxuan glared at the onlookers fiercely, waved his fist and scolded, "Mom, I finally met my opponent today."

Seeing that his fists and feet were approaching, Ling Tianhong kicked out a foot, and his right hand pushed away his attacking fist, and slapped him in the left face fiercely.

This slap was crisp and loud, and suddenly someone shouted in the crowd: "Good fight."

Fu Haoxuan covered the left face that was hurt and became angry: "Your mother, how can I pick up girls in the future?"

When Ling Tianhong saw that he was still trying to pick up girls, he couldn't help looking at him contemptuously: "I still want to pick up girls. It seems that it's not heavy enough."

"You don't hit people in the face, and you don't expose people in the face. You boy actually hit me in the face." Fu Haoxuan was fighting with him and nagging.

With Fu Haoxuan's violent shout, he jumped and split his leg straight to Ling Tianhong's head.

Ling Tianhong retreated quickly. With one side of his body, he kicked his right foot, and Fu Haoxuan dodged. He didn't want Ling Tianhong to come over, so that he was not in a hurry to dodge. He was kicked in the knee and immediately knelt on the ground.

Fu Haoxuan couldn't stand up for a moment in pain. He looked at none of his men coming forward to help him and roared, "Are they all dead? Don't die, come and help me."

His men hurriedly helped him up.

Ling Tianhong looked at him with a sneer with a long sword in his arms.

Fu Haoxuan bent down and rubbed his knees: "Mom, it hurts me so much." He looked up at Ling Tianhong: "How did you learn kung fu?" After saying that, he waved a punch, which was like a thousand troops. He exerted all his strength in this palm.

Seeing that his palm was fierce, Ling Tianhong secretly raised his true power, greeted him, and hit him with two fists.

He only heard Fu Haoxuan's 'ah' sound, rubbed his fist and retreated repeatedly. After standing firmly, he reluctantly rushed forward and raised his foot and hit Ling Tianhong. Lin Tianhong jumped up and dodged. After landing, he also split a foot. Fu Haoxuan also jumped off and jumped away.

Ling Tianhong chased and squatted in the first half and swept out a foot. Fu Haoxuan raised his foot to catch it. His feet collided and couldn't help but feel the pain reflexively. However, he was hit in the face by Ling Tianhong's next fist, and his nose was blue and swollen.

Seeing that he was about to swing his fist again, Ling Tianhong quickly jumped forward and kicked a kick, which hit his right shoulder. The strength made Fu Haoxuan stumble aside and directly crossed the bridge and fell into the river.

Seeing him fall from the bridge, Ling Tianhe went to the bridge railing and sat down. He looked at Fu Haoxuan, who was struggling in the water, and turned his head and said to his men, "If you don't fish up, he will feed the fish."

Fu Haoxuan's men fished him on the shore, and he lay on the ground in confusion and spit out the river water.

Seeing that Ling Tianhong stood up and was ready to leave, he got up to catch up with him and knelt in front of him: "Master, take me!"

Ling Tianhong suddenly shook and bypassed him and wanted to continue to walk.

At this time, there were more onlookers, all pointing to Fu Haoxuan, but Fu Haoxuan didn't care about it at all. He stood up and stopped him and knelt down: "Master, you can accept me. Fu Haoxuan wants to learn martial arts from you."

At this time, some of the onlookers said, "Such a wicked young man who teaches martial arts will only make him persecute the people more freely. Don't take him as an apprentice."

"Yes, you can't accept him. If you accept him, we will suffer."

Fu Haoxuan glanced at the crowd onlookers, turned his head and pulled Ling Tianhong's robe: "Master, please accept me. I swear that I will change my evil and never lose your face."

"This kind of evil young man will change his evil and return to justice, and the ghost will believe..."

"That is... Ghosts believe..."

Ling Tianhong looked at Fu Haoxuan kneeling in front of him and sneered, "You see that the people hate you. This is the end of your evil and can't be respected by others."

"Yes, the master's lesson is that Fu Haoxuan must remember that he should be a good person from now on."

Ling Tianhong sighed. Wouldn't it be a good thing if he could change his evil and become a good person? Moreover, his martial arts foundation is also good. If he is also a talent, wouldn't it be better if he could be used by the emperor?

"If you want me to accept it, you can, but there are conditions."

Fu Haoxuan stood up excitedly and said, "Master, you can say whatever you want. I will agree to any conditions."

"Before the day of the martial arts competition, if you do 200 good deeds, I will take you as an apprentice." After saying that, Ling Tianhong wanted to leave.

"Master, are you serious about this?" Fu Haoxuan stopped him again.

"Really, the folks present can prove it."